I AM POEM

I am the fog after crystal drops hit the grass

I wonder when that soft rosy hand will come and guide me towards the light

I see the shadows causing me sweaty hands & twitchy eyes

I want the orangy rays to come through those leaves and hit my autum eyes

I am the fog after crystal drops hit the grass

I pretend to know where the end of the road is...but I don't

I feel like that one dandelion in the monterous grass field

I touch rough rocks but want to fell the cotton pedals of roses

I worry about what obstacle will come next and pause my journey

I cry...... looking over my shoulder back at the predators whos desire was to burn my hopes...but I smile over those tears

I am the fog after crystal drops hit the grass

I understand my path but at times feel like a cub without his mother

I say "I'm a quiter"

I dream of being a raven.....holding my head way up high

I try to yell but the sound is like the size of an ant

I hope to find the end of the road with a smile on my face

I am the fog after crystal drops hit the grass